Sometimes his demands cause me anxiety, and I retaliate by withdrawing. Although, I know even when he thumps me to settle me down or wrestles me awake... he values me and would die if anything serious ever happened to me.~~I guess I should introduce myself. Hello, I am Master’s cock. I don’t have a name. Some of my fellow cocks have names, like Zeus, Black Stallion, Big John, and Little Willy, to name a few. Little Willy doesn’t especially like his name. Sometimes, I wish Master had named me, but. It was not on any listing I had seen before and was not within a system. I doubted how this could be. Frieda had many secrets and Mom and I had looked deep into her system and found no information about this transit point. Some code Harriet and I had not processed yet was in her memory. I wondered if something were hidden in it. I asked Harriet to look as we waited.When Maxi finished her talk I had her work harder on the one point that seemed to be functional. The direction and strength told me. He backed into a woman he hadn't noticed standing there until he came in contact with her body.When the woman spoke to him and asked him what was wrong, Joe was so surprised that it took him a few seconds to find his voice. "Who are you? And why are you talking to me?" He blurted out when he did find his voice."I'm Martha Schroeder I teach math at the high school here in town," the woman answered."Oh," Joe said. "Do you know why everyone ignores me?" I'd guess that most people are ignoring you. All three were standing in a conspiratorial huddle, exchanging whispersand naughty girlish snickers. Their bottoms poked out at comical angles;Brad zoomed in to record each one in turn. Lindy's dress was so briefthat it barely covered her underpants, Angie's so sheer that her pert,ripe cheeks were visible through the fabric. Jane's skirt was neitherbrief nor sheer (though the blue tartan was indescribably cute).Well, he'd find out what color her panties were soon enough. Theconspirators had.